Tubes are installed in my little pumpkinhead’s ears. Mallory was soooo good at the hospital. She took all her medicine and let Aunt Emily weigh & measure her. She looked A-DOR-ABLE in her little gown tied in the back. She got the little ID anklet thingy put on and then pulled up her gown so they could put one on the other ankle (but alas, only one ID anklet per patient).
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| coloring in the waiting room wearing her JLo warmups | “But I need TWO anklets” | Sweet gown, dude. |
I think I was more nervous than Mallory was.
(The pictures stop here because I thought it inappropriate to take pictures in the pre- & post-op areas.)
She got some drug that made her really loopy while we were in pre-op (or pre-med?) and that was pretty funny to see her all spacy – pointing at me and saying “maaaaaamaaa”. They came and marked both earlobes so the doctor would know what they were doing (more about this later). Then Aunt Emily came to get Mals and she peacefully went off to lala land. It seemed like 5 minutes later that I got a page that they were almost done and on their way to recovery and then the doctor was there to talk to us about how well it went. He warned us that they had to cut through some fibrous tissue in her ear to get the left tube in and that we might see some blood from that but other than that, everything was great.
She was taking a long time to wake up, probably because she didn’t get a morning nap, so her sweet Aunt decided to rouse her. She woke up pretty good at first – was still loopy (more “maaaaaaaaamaaaas”) and had a HUGE pool of blood under her head/left ear. Thank GOD the doctor warned us about that. Then she went ballistic – screaming & crying for about 20 minutes, and finally calming down for some juice & crackers. But then she started up again and we had to take her, kicking & screaming & crying through the hospital to the car, and it took her another 15 minutes in the car to finally fall asleep. Meanwhile, I’m paging my sister with reports from my phone, and she is texting me back that Dr Possum Hunting is laughing that I am paging from my phone in the car. I’m glad someone was laughing at that point because it certainly wasn’t me.
So – we are now at home and she has been asleep since basically 2p. We didn’t make it to Wendy’s for chicken nuggets but maybe on our way back to Aunt Emily’s when we go watch her rugrats we’ll hit the drive-through.
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OH – I forgot that I was going to talk about this – I think it’s SOOO funny that they ask you to confirm what you are in the hospital for. I mean, I know now why they do it, but 14 years ago I was in the hospital for umbilical hernia surgery and about five different nurses & doctors asked me over & over again “so, what are we doing today?” I kept thinking “SWEET JESUS – isn’t it written on my chart????”.
That’s all – not very funny I guess. Sorry.